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nightylantern · 16 days
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Gallagher x Reader; The Devil in Disguise
Pairings; Reader x Gallagher
Warnings; HUGE SPOILERS FOR THE 2.1 QUEST, also this isn’t canon, in other words the way they implied stuff at the end may be there to throw us off, this is a “what if”, if what was implied is true. Death mention, secrets, suspicions, already established relationship between the two
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You glanced up to see a slightly tired Gallagher enter the room, noticing he looked slightly disheveled, on top of that he was a bit late.
“Gallagher? Are you okay, why are you so messy, didn’t you say you were having a meeting in regards to your job?” You headed over to him to help remove his vest and accessories, suddenly he grabbed your hand a bit frantically but nonetheless gave you a smile,
“I’m fine hon, just a bit of trouble on the way here, some hooligans on the streets were a bit to drunk,” he chuckled, and once again smiled, except it didn’t reach his eyes.
You knew something was up for a few days now, despite the fact that he kept his calm demeanour and relaxed behaviour, you knew something was up, and well it made sense. He explained to you that “Death” was among the dreamers and that a stowaway and the famous singer Robin, had been killed, thus he asked if you could simply stay inside. You knew he was working off the clock to figure out who could be behind it, but even so there was something…off…
You have known him for years now. How he approached you on the streets complementing you and serving you a drink, he wasn’t a bartender then, but he was exceptionally good. You eventually figured out his ties to the bloodhound family, which you didn’t mind but you found it odd how many of his coworkers never recognised him, to which he told you he simply did most of the work in the shadows.
Even with your suspicions you chalked it up to him being exhausted and him trying to prevent “Death” from taking any more people, so you simply kissed his cheek and told him you would prepare dinner, as well as the fact that he should go shower, to which he said he would as he headed for the bathroom.
Once he was in he closed the door and sighed. “Almost got caught,” he thought as he looked down at the inside of his vest and gloves, covered in the goo. He used them to cover up the remains of Sunday but he was also careful you wouldn’t find any of it on him and question him. He sighed again upon thinking of the events that had occurred before.
So what if he killed two prominent members of the family? The family, the supposed family that was open to peace and harmony, the family that had took away so much from many, the family that outed Mikhail as a traitor…Mikhail.
He would be lying to say he was doing all of this solely for Mikhail, but that didn’t mean that wasn’t one of his motives. Guilt eventually came at him for betraying his old companion, and then anger seeped in when figuring out that the family wasn’t all so innocent either. Naturally before he could strike he needed a good alias, and that’s where you came in.
He knew once a killer was a front, people would be less likely to suspect someone who not only was high in terms of security but also someone who had a lover, after all why risk their lover’s security when he planned to kill right? He knew you were the right one when meeting you, he complimented your looks to start small talk, not that he didn’t think you weren’t pretty, you were gorgeous. Then he kept meeting up with you and eventually you agreed to be his lover. At first everything was going according to plan, at least that’s what he thought.
He was using you from the beginning and yet, he grew fond of you, he truly cared about you and knew what he was doing could put you at risk, yet he was to far in deep to turn around and prioritised his plan above all. He wanted to break things off to protect you but at the same time, he couldn’t do it, and he didn’t know why.
He knew he wasn’t a good person, and knew you would be better off if you both were not together, but still. He didn’t know if it was love or simply respect, or anything in between but he truly did want to stay with you.
But it’s fine, all he has to do is to carry out the remaining tasks and finish his plan while also protecting you, and continue being a “minion”, of the enigmata without you knowing. All he has to do was continue to keep up his facade without any suspicion, all he ha-
“Gallagher, honey?” Your voice interrupted his inner monologue, wow he was actually getting into this anti hero role wasn’t he? “Are you okay? Do you need me to come in? You’ve been in there for a while and I didn’t hear any shower, just some mumbling…”
“Don’t worry! I was just zoning out, I’ll be out in a moment love, just give me some time,” he replied almost immediately. After hearing your footsteps leave he cleaned what he could of his clothing and took a nice shower before changing and coming outside to you setting the food on the table. “It’s fine, it will be over soon,” he thought as he headed to the table. Even if it ends with deception, he just needs to be secretive just a tad bit longer and everything will be okay…
“A complete Gallagher,” he recalled Sundays words, yes, he would just have to continue on and be nothing but a Gallagher to his “beloved,” if not for your sake, then for his own.
Once again nothing is canon, just my personal interpretation of him and his lover at the end of the quests, I hope you enjoyed this fic!
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mariocki · 3 months
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RIP Michael Jayston (29.10.1935 - 5.2.2024)
"Well, I played a lot of interesting people. I was Siegfried Sassoon in ‘Mad Jack’, and played Beethoven and Rochester in Jane Eyre amongst others. When I did Equus in 1976, a critic described my work on television as ‘odd bits of TV’, but these are no small parts for an actor."
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s-lay-ing · 1 year
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There's something very disturbing about filming tragedies where they specifically focus on recording people dying that just.... needs to stop
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qtubbo · 2 months
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Fit’s relationship with death, in regards to Tubbo is so interesting, he’s been around death his entire time on the island even his egg partner disappeared one day, only to be reported dead months later. He survived in the wastelands, death must have been common, there must have been so many people who just gave up never to be seen again, but Tubbo? No that just isn’t true. He let himself get close to people, Tubbo was one of his best friends, he was the first guy he named when thinking of a friend, yet Tubbo’s just gone. Was it easier to just move along with life with no connections because you knew they’d leave, and now he’s happy, made friends, has a boyfriend, yet it went wrong. He just can’t accept it, Fit’s gone too far for that.
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haystarlight · 8 months
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Wait, if Fionna and Cake's universe is connected to/located inside Simon's brain...
... what's gonna happen to that universe if/when Simon dies?! Is everyone in that universe gonna die too? Can they access the Dead Worlds or reincarnate or do they just banish from existence?!
Simon is old, guys. He's like 60. And he's not taking good care of himself.
If he continues to have a normal human lifespan, that universe is doomed.
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spell-bloom · 1 year
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hungerchild · 1 year
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monk-core · 4 months
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At my uncle’s funeral, not quite a year ago, everyone in the family was gifted a small cross made of olive wood from Jerusalem. I can’t stop wondering, these days. Is the tree still living? Was it cut down, has its grove been burned? Has the mountainside where it lived for hundreds of years now been buried or bombed? Has the ground where its roots grew been salted and drowned? Or is it still there, hanging on? It’s such a small thing, but I wonder.
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cepheusgalaxy · 1 month
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He died from overdose when he was alive sir
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feels-of-wheeles · 2 years
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"I'd rather die than live like you."
Damn bitch, I thought that I was pathetically weak, but you win. You're officially weaker than a guy who walks a block and needs to sit for ten minutes.
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utdr-stimming · 4 months
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Asriel Dreemurr (God of Hyperdeath) stim board!!!
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shiloh-the-human · 11 months
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*MC and Belphie walk through the door*
Lucifer (nonchalantly): "How many people died?"
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mariocki · 7 months
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RIP Michael Gambon (19.10.1940 - 28.9.2023)
"Paul Schofield said something like, 'If I'm not acting in a play, I don't really exist.' Those weren't the exact words, but he meant it's only when I'm acting in a play that I've got something to say about the world. And then why should I talk, when people can come to see it?"
"Every part I play is just a variant of my own personality. No real character actor, of course, just me."
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sweetpeauserboxes · 2 years
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[id: a light gray userbox with a gray text that reads “this user wants to haunt some place when they die.” on the left is an image of a ghost. / end id]
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irlcats-bracket · 10 months
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Bracket 3 FINAL
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PRICETAG and BANDIT versus PUMPKIN FLUFF MARIE
PRICETAG
also named price in another submission
shes fat shes a terrible bitch and shes the love of submitter's life. they dont technically know her breed but she looks like a calico kinda. white and black and brown all over. their favorite spot to kiss her is the little brown diamond on top of her head, but she has all kinds of pretty markings. she'll cuddle submitter but not their parents and hisses at anyone else. hence the bitch. its SO funny. she doesnt "meow" so much as she chirps and yells. u touch her n its the worlds loudest MRAP. submitter leaves for work and they go "bye price!" and she goes "meep" and they say "i love you!" and she goes "mow" and it always makes them smile because she rarely does it to anyone else. shes so fat. she has a big ol premidorial pouch because shes 100% indoor and u can hear her claws go clicclicclic on the floor because shes so heavy. she likes to climb on peoples back. she chases moths but no other bugs and likes to make friends with neighborhood critters. she hates bellyrubs from everyone but submitter. if they leave their door open at night she creeps in and lays in the worst possible spot and makes it impossible to sleep. she makes the best bread loaf. shes so fucking round. SPHEREICAL. submitter love her more then anything ❤❤❤❤❤❤ (here submitter said that i can shrink it if i want to but no fucking way i am shrinking things abt a cat aside from their name maybe)
shes named after a canadian hockey player. submitter hates hockey. thanks uncle C dhsbdjjsjsjsjs
PROPAGANDA
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THATS MY FUCKING CAT!!!!
GO VOTE FOR MY CAT!!!!!
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how could you possibly vote against this face 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 shes the roundest, bitchiest cat in the whole world and shes my best friend. stealer of cream cheese and hearts.
submitter also provided a small collection of Pricetag looking very orb-like, but i hit the picture limit and so i can't show it in the post
perceive price orbs here
below i am only leaving the orbest price (in my opinion)
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vote for price orb. shes practically a perfect circle. what more could you want
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also look how polite she is
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BANDIT
submitter's sweet baby boy. He passed away recently, and submitter misses him dearly. He was the softest cat they'd ever pet, and that's not just them being biased. His fur was silk. He was the friendliest cat too, and when he heard new voices he was always up to come meet people. He also enjoyed being around people, and you could always find him in a room with the family. He enjoyed terrorizing the family dog whenevr he got riled up (dont worry, she enojoyed it too), and he loved to bother submitter's parents when they started working from home. Any call submitter had with their folks, he would always make a background appearance, yelling quite loudly. He also had some of the loudest snoring theyve ever heard, and they're so lucky to have a small audio recording of him sleeping. Submitter had him since they were 8, and he was nearly 17 years old when he passed away. Submitter tries to sleep with a crook in their knee so if he's ever lonely, he can come cuddle.
PUMPKIN FLUFF MARIE
also known as Pumpkin Spice Latte
She's a adorable, a total diva down to the way she walks. Loves tummy rubs if she knows you, if she doesn't she'll probably just run and hide. She makes a little chirping noise and submitter loves it. She also loves running full speed around the house. Pumpkin doesn't really eat people food, not a big fan. She will however steal the bacon off your plate and lick the butter off of any food item.
PROPAGANDA
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Some Pumpkin fun facts for propaganda:
her favorite type of toy to play with are springs (the cat toy kind). When we got our new oven we found at least 3 behind where the old one stood.
She's my first pet and the whole reason I lived through my sophomore year of high school.
I named her Pumpkin because years ago a classmate asked me what I'd name a cat if I ever got one and for some reason, I said Pumpkin.
Alongside bellyrubs she also loves being brushed
I am told that she is me in cat form
I swear she's a cryptic. She'll just appear and she'll be staring into my soul. I do not know where she goes or where she comes from but I'm a little afraid to question it.
She used to spiderman climb up our window screen and we had to patch it up
She likes to watch the birds and bunnies in our yard with her brother Binx (or by herself), it's the only time she tolerates him
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Okay some more fun facts:
She likes to lay on visitors shoes. If your shoes are on the ground they are now in her laying range.
After my grandpa passed she slept with my grandma for the longest time.
Every time I sleep in the living room I wake up with her on top of me.
She's my very first pet, one I was convinced I was never going to get (I have loved cats my entire life but we've been a no pet household until her)
When we adopted her, she was the only cat who actively tried to get my attention via hoping on the cage and meowing. Which when you're dealing mental health problems and feel as though you're unwanted is just the best fucking feeling in the world.
Her original name was Harriet. I wanted to keep it or at least change it to a different human name because I thought it was funny but my grandma told me no.
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jacuzziwrites · 9 months
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And when I take my last breath on this Earth will you tell me the story of my life? Will you tell me about the lives that I impacted? Will you tell me that I was kind? Will you tell me that I was loved? Please. Lull me into a peaceful slumber with your pretty lies. Please. Show me compassion. For tonight I have died a sinner.
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